Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 695 | Released on: 07/04/2026

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. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my survival instincts to override the shock paralyzing my limbs. There

ulled from the depths of my memory. *Silver doesn't just poison; it binds. It wraps around the Inner Wolf like

or. Damian didn't move, but his gaze was a physical weight against my skin-a s

swollen, pitch-black energy node where the toxin had pooled. Taking a st

dn't look like blood at all; it was dark as tar, c

he heart monitor shifted. The erratic red spikes began t

ing burst into the room, her face twisted in a mask of hysterical fury. Fla

a trembling finger at the black puddle forming on th

ting their inner wolves into a protective frenzy. Their eyes flashed a dangerous, fe

have time to r

hifted his stance, his obsidian eyes narrowing into slits. A suffocating wave of pu

der the sheer, crushing pressure of his true Alpha. The other two dropped their weapons, t

outh to scream again, a low, bone-ra

aves opened

n. He looked weak, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing a clean breath, but the eyes th

e ignored Damian. His piercing gaze

tair rasped, his voice

rom her face, leaving her looking like a hollowed-out ghost. Her medical authority, h

medical cart and wiped the black sludge from my obsidian blade. I slid the weap

features was gone. In its place was a terrifying, absolute certainty. He had seen exactly what I

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Rejected By My Pack, Claimed By The Lycan King

JESSICA KIRK Werewolf

“I was the pathetic, clumsy, wolfless stain on the Blair Pack. My family treated me like an abomination, a shameful secret they desperately needed to erase. To finally get rid of me, my stepmother and sister orchestrated a brutal ambush. They sent me to an isolated highway overpass in the freezing rain, trapping me in a car surrounded by six massive, feral rogues. Their goal was to completely break my spirit before shipping me off to an asylum. While I was supposedly being tortured in the mud, my sister stood at our pack's grand gala in a stunning red gown, weeping perfectly timed fake tears. "My poor, wolfless sister couldn't handle the pressure of our world. She ran away tonight and has become a Rogue." She publicly announced my death sentence while my Alpha father stood beside her, silently endorsing the lie that stripped away my identity and branded me a target to be hunted by neighboring packs. They thought they had flawlessly disposed of their dirty little secret. They truly believed I was just a defenseless, broken doll crying in the backseat, ready to die quietly and take their sins to the grave. But they had no idea what they had actually unleashed. I wasn't a fragile Omega; I was a highly trained, lethal cleaner. And as I crashed their perfect ballroom alongside the terrifyingly powerful Lycan King of the Graves Dominion, I was ready to burn their entire world to the ground.”